Harley Winchester - Season 1- Supernatural Rewrite

Devil's Trap

I removed myself from Dean's chest and stared up at him through my eyelashes.

He hung up the phone as Sam grabbed me into a tight hug, probably his way of apologizing for the previous events.

Dean walked up in front of us.

"They've got dad." He informed us.

"Meg?" I asked from Sam's side.

"What did she say?" Sam asked through gritted teeth.

"I just told you Sammy, okay, okay."

Dean walked over and picked up the colt from the bedside table, putting it in the back of his pants.

"What are you doing Dean?" I asked as my eyes followed him across the room.

"We got to go."

"Why?" Sam asked angrily.

"Because the demon knows we're in Salvation, alright, it knows we've got the colt, it's got Dad, it's probably coming for us next."

"Good, we've still got three bullets left, let it come."

I removed myself from Sam's side and started putting on my leather jacket.

"Listen tought guy, we're not ready, okay, we don't know how many of them there are out there, now we're no good to anybody dead, we're leaving, now."

Knowing that Dean was more than serious, I picked up my backpack and followed him out the door.

I was sitting in the backseat with my eyes closed.

"I'm telling you we could have taken them." Sam spoke up.

"What we need is a plan, now they're probably keeping dad alive, we've got to figure out where, they're gonna wanna trade him for the gun, what?"

I stayed silent with my eyes closed, just listening to the boys conversation.

"Dean if that were true, why didn't Meg mention a trade, dad, he might be-"

"Don't."

"Look I don't want to believe it anymore than you, but if he is, all the more reason to kill this damn thing, we still have the colt, we can still finish the job."

"Screw the job Sam."

"Dean, I'm just trying to do what he would want, he would want us to keep going."

"Would you quit talking about him like he's dead already, listen to me, everything stops until we get him back, do you understand me, everything."

I decided to speak up.

"He's alive, and I'm not going off of sheer hope."

Both brothers turned to me.

"I can feel it, you just have to trust me."

"We do." They responded simultaneously.

"Alright so how do we find him?" Sam asked.

"Maybe we go to Lincoln, start at the warehouse where he was taken." Dean suggested.

"Come on Dean, you really think these demons are gonna leave a trail?"

"You're right, we need help."

I looked at him questioningly, who?

I darted up to the front door with a big smile on my face.